The expectations people had for Ji Mingxing were utterly shattered.
They originally thought Ji Mingxing simply didn't want to kill on his wedding day.
But now, they understood.
Ji Mingxing was afraid—afraid like a coward—actually turning back to plead for help from his master.
The number one genius of the Heavenly Dragon Continent?
Trash!
A prodigy seen once in a century?
Trash!
Someone stronger than Ling Xiao?
Even bigger trash!
Such a person, in front of Ling Xiao, couldn't even muster the will to fight—this counts as a genius? He doesn't even deserve to be called a martial artist.
What a complete waste!
Merely a fragile, decorative product nurtured in a greenhouse—beautiful in appearance, utterly useless in reality.
Now everyone increasingly believed that Joshua Long's words were right.
How could someone like Ji Mingxing possibly defeat Ji Mingkong?
